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From the land which hasn't enter yet |
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Into the history |
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From the depths of swamps we are bringing |
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Proudly our name |
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At night, kissing the moonlight - |
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- rebel children living in twilight |
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Like wolves... |
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... some named us so... |
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Union with people from the sign |
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Of the half-moon |
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To crush the golden walls of |
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Earthly heaven, |
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To strangle the pestilence... |
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To the lands of the mighty Empire |
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Others even think about with fear |
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We invaded a state with sword |
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In our hands |
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Roma means nothing |
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In the land of Slavs ! |
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Today forests sing about the legend, |
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Long forgotten spirits |
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Whose names nobody remembers now |
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Waiting their day to reborn |
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Their visions of the past |
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Are torturing our souls |
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Whispering in the dark... |
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... they will come here again |
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To reign supreme |
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Believe my words... |
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From unremembrance |
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From Fire and Water |
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From the sacred woods |
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Ancient Wolves gather |
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From the burnt Arkona |
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... From the Pagan Vastlands ! |
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Black horse rides across the sky |
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With a sword we will open the amber gates of Nawia |
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Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza Chrystusa !!! |
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Dzieci Svantevitha nienawidza boga-krzyza !!! |
